Wing Issues

My Dad drove me into the city this morning to get to an appointment with Dr. Malcolm Smith at Mass General Hospital. I was in line to check in and have all my paperwork squared away when I heard a man behind me begin to rant. The doctor was running more than one hour behind schedule, and the patient was displeased, going on and on about how every time he comes to this office, he has to wait. The doctor was in emergency surgery, the woman behind the counter informed him.
"But, every time I'm here there's a long wait. He's in emergency surgery every time? I told my boss I'd be back in three hours, now I have to take the whole morning off?"
The woman behind the desk apologized and continued with the textbook excuses. The man continued to rant but not at anyone in particular, just out loud. He'll have to take four hours off next time, he guessed. Or, maybe next time he'll be able to wait all day because he won't have a job.

While I did get what he was saying, and my dad even pointed out how absurd the wait always was in this office (this doctor did surgery on my Mom's broken arm. Twice), it didn't make his loudness less annoying. Without thinking, (and really is there any other way?) I said under my breath but loud enough that the women at the desk could here, "Shut uuuup."

The two women chuckled and then we heard from the man, "Well, I don't think it's funny!"
Ooops.

When I did get to see the doctor, and the wait wasn't too bad because we were running a half hour behind ourselves with the traffic into the city, I was grateful I had come. He looked at the X-ray done there in the office and we talked about my mobility. Or lack thereof.

"You should be completely healed by now" he said, explaining that it wasn't right that I couldn't move my arm this way or that. So, he scheduled me for a CT scan and an MRI tomorrow.

I turned to dad, "I really hope I won't need surgery". The doctor answered that he was positive I would not need surgery, but that he needs to see what else is going on in there to determine what kind of therapy I should get, or if it's just going to take longer than expected.

Meanwhile Dad mentioned something about emergency surgeries this morning and the doctor said, "I wasn't in surgery this morning."

Leaving the office, we passed by a really attractive resident. When we got to the lobby, I mentioned to my dad that he was cute, and then joked in a sorority voice, "Doctor something hurts, can you fix it?"
The girl ahead of me in the sign-out line laughed.